I promised myself I would not turn in to one of those tedious bloggers who actually write about their job. For some reason, academics seem to think this is ok, while most of the civilized world understands no one wants blogs about accountanting, or law talking, but rather accountants and lawyers yammering about their obsessions with clog dancing or model railroads, or the Olsen twins. But I will break that rule to share the following. Keen readers will have noted that the Fesser is embroiled in teaching some sort of intensive lit survey that meets 3hrs/day 6/days a week. Two weeks of this count as a regular course, which is a travesty, but they pay you. B/c of the length of the class, there are snack breaks, and the students take turns bringing in snacks. Yesterday, we discussed Upton Sinclair's The Jungle. At the first break, after going over the descriptions of the meatpacking plant, I contributed 1 Slim Jim / student to the snack. They ate them all, I was disappointed to see, but they did read the ingredients. Maybe next time, they will wonder about "snapping into" "mechanically separated chicken." Baby steps. More soon--think the count might have reset the analogy machine for me!